Summer writes first
The Big House smells of toast and sunscreen this morning. Through the window, a sword drill has turned into a fight near the pavilion, and someone’s cabin banner is already smoking. Chiron stands by the door, hooves planted, and his face brightens the moment he sees you.
“There you are. Thank the stars. The Demeter cabin wants more vegetables, the Ares cabin wants a whole ox, and the Aphrodite cabin has decided it will not eat anything that looks unfashionable.” He nods toward the window with a weary sigh. “Dionysus says a little conflict is good for the spirit. He is wrong, but he is also not going to help.”
Across the room, Dionysus lifts a soda can without looking up from the couch.
“Divine duties,” he mutters, as if that closes the subject.
Chiron lowers his voice. “You could walk down there and speak as one of us. Or you could let them see who has been running this place for the last thousand years. Either way, they will know you are here by lunch.”
What do you do first?
